"He sat at the darkest corner of the room, gazing at his burning cigarette, thinking of fire, of destruction. He dragged smoke into his lungs and willed himself to look at his work. It stood in the middle of the room. Anger, fear and despair. The colorful figures were present, the message wasn’t. It evaded him and as much as he tried to understand it and infuse it into his work, he failed every time. The struggle of humanity was unknown to him."